Thursday 30 April 2015

DISTINCT IDEA


The sky knows no east



The mind knows no rest



All distinctions are mere ideas!



The heretic says



Dear friend



Dont you get snared by thought!

STANDING UP TO THE STORM

A lonesome tree in the mountain storm


I wait for the inevitable lightning


I have no sect


I have no clan


I have nowhere to run


No cult ; no word


No false hope


Faith can no longer blind me


Intelligence cannot fool me


Unfettered by ideas


Unmoved by emotion


Blessed and grateful 



I live on!



 In  this blissful moment !


EMPTY SEEKER



Nothing more outside



Nothing left inside



Yet !



Tell me my friend




What is that you still seek ? 

THE RED CURTAIN


The curtain is drawn 



The sun shines through 



Colours of crimson and red



Spread across the  shut room



Deep within my unmoving mind




The shadow of  I  flees !


CLINGING FLAME


Caught in the  ravaging flames of desire



The  will withers



The Body burns



Waiting to become ashes




 The ego still clings on!  

LOTUS OF WISDOM


Shining brightly



The glowing light of wisdom!



compassion buds



The lotus blossums



Joy overflows



Deep within the ocean of suffering




The ego drowns ! 


THE CIRCLE


Running amok in  endless circles!


Remorseless!


Relentless!


Seeking nothing further to seek


The heretic says


Oh you seeker !



Where does the circle begin! 


I AND ME


Up the hill



Down the river



Struggling to break free



Alas!




I still follows  me!